With This Treasure, I Summon Primordial Weapons
Chapter 33: Back Home

Chapter 33: Back Home

Moments after their return to the academy’s corridor, Raven and Godric were swarmed by faculty members.

Attendees from Raven’s family arrived so fast it was almost as though they knew when she would return. By the time the two students decided to rise to their feet, they were already there, already waiting to escort the girl back to their family’s private hospital.

"Wait!" Raven said, taking a step back toward Godric, who was trying his best to fend off the faculty members who were trying their best to bring him to the academy’s infirmary.

"Give me your number," Raven said so uncaringly that every person around them heard.

"Huh?" Godric blinked before realising what she said. "I don’t have a phone."

"You what?" She looked at him as though he was about to say he was joking, but his ever-serious expression said enough for her to know he wasn’t.

"Seriously?"

"Phones are a waste of time and money," he said simply.

Then, without waiting for her response or turning toward the faculty members who were still trying to convince him to come to the infirmary, he turned his back on the commotion and left the academy grounds.

The walk back home was relentless.

His body screamed with exhaustion. Every joint felt as though it had been filled with glass. His muscles felt as if they were ripped to pieces, and worse of all was the hollow feeling in his abdomen from his mana-depleted core.

Of course, compared to the lethal dread of the dungeon gate he just endured, physical exhaustion was nothing more than background noise on his path back home.

Soon enough, he reached the door of his small house on the outskirts.

Outside, as always, was drenched in rain. But compared to the relentless heat of the crimson desert or the still air of the dark city, it was a change he very much welcomed.

The second he entered, a pair of footsteps rushed toward the door.

"Godric!" his sister exclaimed before stepping out of the corner.

She stared at him for a moment, then pouted. "I thought you were dead or something! Where have you been?"

"It’s a long story," he said softly, his voice raspy. "Is there any food left?"

Moments later, Godric found himself eating his way through their fridge, which already were half empty.

Mina watched him in disbelief. "Is there no food at the academy?"

Godric shook his head. "I wasn’t at the academy," he said between his chewing. "I got swallowed by a dungeon gate."

Mina’s brows flew up. "Really?"

Before he could answer, a realisation dawned on her.

"Wait, does it mean you earned some core shards?"

Godric paused, fork halfway to his mouth. "I almost died, and your first thought is money?"

Mina shrugged and waved her hand. "You always come back. You’re kinda like mice."

Godric blinked, then shook his head.

Annoying as she was, she had a point. Not with the mice part, but the core fragments.

When the core of a dungeon gate shatters, its ambient energy condenses into fragments distributed among the survivors. These fragments can be used to raise a beast’s tier, for which many people with money to spare pay to avoid unnecessary risks of dungeon gates.

Setting his plate down, Godric felt a sudden, urgent tug of curiosity. It was time to see what his survival was actually worth.

As his mind focused on core fragments, a massive pile of blue rocks scattered across the table, toppling over one another and falling off the edge.

Godric blinked while Mina jumped to her feet.

"One... two... three," he began counting, and after a full minute he got to the last one. "...fifty-seven."

A single fragment was enough to pay a year’s worth of rent for their small house in the outer city.

Fifty-seven would be considered a fortune where they lived.

Mina’s eyes lit with excitement, her hand reached forward, but before she could grab even a single fragment, Godric dismissed the shards.

"Hey!" Mina yelled as her hand hit the empty table.

"Those aren’t toys," Godric said, then paused for a moment.

If he wanted to get stronger, he needed to use as many fragments as he could to raise the tier of his summon. That being said, the consumption limit for most beasts was 10 fragments per month.

"You’re evil," Mina grumbled, rubbing her stinging palm. "Cruel and evil."

After a while, Mina lowered herself back into the chair, her expression changing. "I visited mom yesterday." She paused, something difficult flashing across her face. "The doctor said she’s stable... for now."

"You should focus on your studies," Godric said as he rose to his feet, his body protesting to move. "I will figure out what to do with the fragments tomorrow. For now, I need rest."

Godric found his bedroom and the frame of his bed a moment later. He didn’t even bother changing from his ragged, torn, bloodied and damp uniform as he collapsed onto the bed.

Sleep claimed him almost immediately, dragging him into a deep, dreamless slumber.

When Godric finally opened his eyes, the faint slant of grey light slipping beneath his door told him two things at once. It was late, and definitely long past his first lecture at the academy.

He sat up with a groaning sigh. Every muscle in his torso tightened in protest, though the hollow ache in his core had subsided.

His mana had naturally replenished itself overnight. He glanced at the cheap digital clock ticking on his bedside table.

10:42 AM

His first and, in fact, second lectures were both gone, with the third being two-thirds of the way too.

Well, considering everything he’d been through, the academy ought to understand... right?

Godric stared at the time for a moment longer before rising to his feet and changing into ordinary clothes.

His uniform was far too ruined to be salvaged, so he put on plain black pants and a black button-up shirt.

Walking past his kitchen, he noticed Mina was already gone, so without wasting even a second longer, he left the confines of his small home.

By the time Godric reached the grand, towering gates of the academy, the campus grounds were eerily quiet, the students were tucked away in lecture halls and training arenas. He crossed the central courtyard with unhurried steps.

He was already late, so rushing now wouldn’t change a thing.

Godric opened the door to the lecture hall, and the air immediately died. Conversation vanished, eyes locked onto his frame, and an instinctual, heavy quiet settled over the room, the kind reserved only for the arrival of a tyrant.

Stepping inside, Godric didn’t scan the crowd for familiar faces. Nor did he explain why he was late.

He simply walked toward the nearest empty seat and sat down.

Then and only then did the lecture resume, as though it had been waiting for his arrival the entire time.